The Five Moons were all watching them from above. Menan in the center, bright and whole as if an eye looking at them.

They flew into the night, jumping from tree to tree away from the enemy that was chasing them. Nefaaya couldn't help but be confused. This day alone she heard many things and she was having a hard time absorbing everything.

She looked to Nelrue, he was still flaring in violet light. She wondered how long can he Merge with the Creation. Merging with the Creation creates a great toll on the mage's body. According to what her mother told her, a mage who had been Merging for so long could suffer from headaches, bleeding and sometimes light blindness.

For a second, she wondered if the Flow was something radioactive.

They stopped an hour after midnight, when the moon Laniar started vanishing from the night sky. They're deep inside the forest. Here trees soared all over them, high and thick. Towering like giants who're about to eat them.

As soon as they landed on the ground, Nelrue didn't bother to light a fire. He sat and immediately wrapped himself with his cloak. Renaeril looked at the man before he started collecting woods for a light.

As the three warmed their hands in the fire, Ettran broke the silence.

"What just happened to us?" He asked. "We planned to leave our land so we could go to my uncle's house..."

Nefaaya was filled with questions too. She wanted to ask Nelrue what mess he brought to them. And why those Deprives, who called themselves Venedralis, were after him.

She felt so confused and agitated that even the smallest sound that she heard woke her up. She sat straight and Merged with the Creation, her eyes glowed red as she searched the ground around them. There was nothing around them except some small rabbits scuttling the ground.

Nefaaya sighed and pulled back her blanket to sleep.

This time she dreamed, and she knew she was dreaming. Nefaaya was on a circular stone platform, surrounded by a light mist that could be seen in the late morning. She could hear the river rustling as she passed on the stones. She looked around but from here she had no way of seeing the shore of the river. She doubts there's a shore in this river. As she sat there, she debated on herself whether she would swim in order to see the other side or not. But as she looked down on the rushing water and hadn't been able to see what's under there she immediately pulled back.

As she stood, she felt the familiar presence of the Eye beside him.

She turned around and pulled back. The Eye had taken a new form. This time he was a shadow, with oozing fumes of smoke around him. His body was black and a single eye was located on where his face should be.

But unlike the way the Black Sun or the ominous eyes staring at her, the god didn't unsettled him. She didn't know how it happen. Perhaps it was his presence. But Nefaaya was sure, if the god had shown this form or his form where he was a huge ball, people of this world would ran shitless away from him even if he was the god of this world.

Nefaaya stood, waiting for the Eye to talk.

"There are... people watching me," she said uncomfortably.

The head nodded, "and they were bound to increase on time. The Flow had now laid the streams of path that would be beneficial for it... but it doesn't mean that the path prepared was easy. It doesn't mean that all you have to do is follow it... The Madness and his servant would try to influence your Streams for their benefit, to bend the Flow's Will."

Nefaaya fell silent, she wanted to know how she was caught in this mess. How she was here in this world, talking to the most supreme-being of this world.

"Rulesis," she called and felt the Eye twitch in discomfort. "How I became part of the Flow's plan. I wanted to know why the Flow brought me here."

The Eye blinked at her, "I cannot tell it. I don't even know it. Like what I said the first time I called into your dream. That you're an Anomaly to this world, you are existence alone where bound to break the Singularities of this world. For you're someone who wasn't part of the Path. You're someone who existed outside the Flow. Nefaaya you have come from a different World, a world that wasn't made by the Flow."

Nefaaya looked around him, she had been living here for almost eight years. Sometimes she thought that this world was just the same as the one she had before. But what the Eye told him caught him off guard. Nefaaya realized something, that if she wasn't here, perhaps Nefri, her mother was alive. Perhaps even Learo was here, hunting Glistor cooking for a child that they should have. Not her. Absolutely not her who caused nothing the two but misfortune. And she was sure that she would cause more damage.

She wasn't part of the Flow, and her choices were her own. The Eye said that her choices were laid and all she had to do was to choose. But what to choose.

Throughout her life did she even make the right decidion, does following Ettran's advice about going to his uncle was even right?

For god's sake, he was just a child. Why did I even listen to him!

It wasn't Nelrue whom the Venedralis wanted. It was her whom they wanted. As she was someone who wasn't part of the Flow. An entity they could use to destroy the force that guides this world to goodness.

"How would I know if I am creating the right choices?" She said, lips quivering.

"There are no right choices," the Eye started. "But there are good choices. These choices are the ones who don't put others in jeopardy. The choices that don't hurt anyone in the process are the good choices. The choices that let you sleep at night are the choices that we must all take."

The shadow surrounding the god vanished, this time he was wearing his second form, the form of a tall man with dark skin and blue hair similar to the lush afternoon sky in summer.

The Eye walked towards her, "I know you're worried. You're bothered by what you have seen. But fear not, Nefaaya for there are always who would come your way to help you. The Flow would grace your path. And the people who love you and who would love you would be there to stand by your side."

Nefaaya raised her head and sniffed. She didn't know why she was crying. Perhaps it was that she had realized that she was somehow the reason why Nefri died. Or perhaps she was crying for herself. For her life, from here onwards would be much harder and painful.

In the end innocence is really a bliss.

The Eye raised his hand, just as she thought the god would touch her forehead to bring her back to her body, the Eye ruffled her hair. She looked at him in confusion. This was the most human thing that the Eye had done at her. And she thought that she saw something in his eyes. His fingers moved to her forehead and Nefaaya felt her body falling.

Unlike the other dreams she immediately woke up, the tears were still wet in the corner of her eyes. Above, she saw the faint light of the morning peeking from the canopy of leaves that blocked the sky. The leaves rustled as the wind picked up and the birds chirped on all sides.

A very familiar morning except there wasn't anything familiar here at all, except Renaeril's presence.

She stood and find Nelrue sitting cross-legged, his back facing the tree. He opened her eyes, and surveyed her.

"Who are you?" She asked pertaining to what had happened last night.

The man remained emotionless as he replied, not an answer but another question, "what are you?"